- "Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller,
- Knocking on the moonlit door;
- And his horse in the silence champed the grass
- Of the forest's ferny floor;
- And a bird flew up out of the turret,
- Above the Traveller's head:
- And he smote upon the door again a second time;
- "Is there anybody there?" he said.
- But no one descended to the Traveller;
- No head from the leaf-fringed sill
- Leaned over and looked into his grey eyes,
- Where he stood perplexed and still.
- But only a host of phantom listeners
- That dwelt in the lone house then
- Stood listening in the quiet of the moonlight
- To that voice from the world of men:
- Stood thronging the faint moonbeams on the dark stair,
- That goes down to the empty hall,
- Hearkening in an air stirred and shaken
- By the lonely Traveller's call.
- And he felt in his heart their strangeness,
- Their stillness answering his cry,
- While his horse moved, cropping the dark turf,
- 'Neath the starred and leafy sky;
- For he suddenly smote on the door, even
- Louder, and lifted his head:--
- "Tell them I came, and no one answered,
- That I kept my word," he said.
- Never the least stir made the listeners,
- Though every word he spake
- Fell echoing through the shadowiness of the still house
- From the one man left awake:
- Ay, they heard his foot upon the stirrup,
- And the sound of iron on stone,
- And how the silence surged softly backward,
- When the plunging hoofs were gone.
- Walter de la Mare
What I was doing
I really do emphasise with the Traveller in de la Mare's classic poem above. I came back, as I said I would, but there is no (hardly any) one here. I'd have liked to help the site but it's in a sorry state and really does need to be re-vamped, re-branded, re-scoped, re-marketed, re-servered, re-everything. Even so, it's a far healthier place than Sikipucia. Whenever I do a google search now, I always add -wikipedia to the search criteria. It works and you avoid the risk of being presented with something written by cretins and ruleswankers.
I came back here to experiment with fundamental cricket coverage and my legacy, as such, is a basic structure that could be built upon if another cricket afficionado should ever knock on the moonlit door. As I said in earlier posts (see page history), my work here was experimental and I made it crystal clear that I would only stay if I could see a way forward for the site. Well, I can't, but the experiment has been successful and it has pointed a way forward that my friends and I can follow as we develop our own domain. So, it's goodbye and good luck to the host of phantom listeners.
The silence has surged softly backward because the plunging hooves are gone.
Tell them I came, and no one answered, that I kept my word.